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ll-fitting Suit - W.E. Drake

ll-fitting Suit

The world is an ill-fitting suit.
Lost, looking for mooring.
Sunset lost behind a storm
grey sky. Scattered,
leaves brown
after the dandelions first yellow.
Out of sorts. Misplaced. Left in order
in this Disheveled world
An ill-fitting suit
Looking for mooring.  

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